Seems kinda unreal that it's already been a full month since I decided to go to the doctor for a check-up, and walked away with a prescription for weight loss pills.
And in order to keep that prescription, apart of the terms requires a monthly visit to check on my weight and blood pressure.
Today would be that day.
I hate the fact that I don't have my appointment until 4:15 this afternoon. Simply because by that time, I've eaten breakfast and lunch and drank several cups of water. So, the weight that will be reflected on the scale won't be my accurate weight. But, it's also the same time that I had my last appointment, so I guess it's a better reflection of the weight loss if I take that in to consideration.
I'll admit that I stood on the scale this morning, just so I could get an idea of the difference between what my scale says this morning and what the scale will say this afternoon. This morning, I saw 251lbs. Which is 0.4lbs less than I weighed on Wednesday. It's also 11.2lbs less than what I weighed at my first doctor's visit. That's awesome, in my books. If I see a number within 1lb of that number, it will tell the doctor that I've lost at least 10lbs since I last saw her. Hopefully, she'll be as impressed with that number as I am. If it shows a little more than that, I'll be sure to tell her what my scale says first thing in the morning.
One thing I do have in my favor is the fact that I'm going on a mini field trip with my kiddos this afternoon. We have a conservation lesson at a state park, and the temperature outside is going to be HOT. Standing outside, and walking around will definitely make me sweat. I'll be guzzling water, but hopefully the sweat will prevent too much water weight from being depicted on the scale this afternoon.
But honestly? I'm not that worried. Unless my scale is completely broken and has been feeding me nasty, untrue weights these past four weeks...I'm going to be happy with whatever the scale says. It should still show good progress. It should still show that I've done what I was asked to do, and that I am committed to losing the weight. My doctor, herself, told me that a healthy weight loss is about 2lbs a week. Even if they document that I've only lost 10lbs since my last visit, that's more than 2lbs a week. And that's just with changing my eating habits, I can't put exercise in to that success... because there hasn't been enough of it to really make an impact.
Yesterday, I put on a pair of pants that did NOT fit me a couple of months ago. In fact, the last time I wore them was around the beginning of the school year last year. By the end of the year, I had gained too much weight to even get them buttoned. They are a size 18. I have several pairs of size 18 pants, but very few them actually fit me by May. I had gained too much weight, and I had to move in to size 20 and 22 pants. Knowing that I'm making enough progress to fit in to a pair of pants I couldn't even button a few months ago is a wonderful feeling.
I paired the pants with a shirt that clung to my waist. And, for the first time since getting this thing started, people actually noticed I'm losing weight. My own Butter, bless him, walked behind me at work yesterday and told me he noticed I "didn't jiggle as much when I walked". Not exactly the sweetest compliment, but kids are honest. I took it as a nice compliment.
Several others made comments about how good I was starting to look...that there was definite difference in my waist line and my size. It's about freaking time!! Kidding. Not really.
I don't expect people that I see every day to notice minor differences. And when I'm as big as I am, a 13lbs weight loss is still pretty minor. Yes, my waist has gotten a little smaller, but when someone sees me every single day - I can understand that they won't notice straight away.
Apparently, the minor is finally starting to take shape. It's becoming somewhat noticeable. Gotta be happy about that, right?
I'm going to try another pair of pants today that I know didn't fit me a few months ago. Just to make sure that it wasn't just a fluke, or I was mistaken about the pants I wore yesterday. I have a pair of capris that I had stashed away because I got so frustrated when I couldn't button them back in May. I'm digging them out this morning to compare my progress. I actually remember the last time I tried to put them on, and I actually cried! If those babies go one today... tears may actually flow again. But for a whole different reason. Even if I still can't button them, I should be able to get a sense of the changes I've made. Even them being a little on the snug side will still be OK. Seriously, the last time I tried to get them on... there was no hope of getting them buttoned. All the Crisco in the world wouldn't have got them on.
Right now, I have to run, but tomorrow I will be sure to let you all know how the doctor's visit went as well as my capri trying experiment. I'm actually excited to go, and excited to hear the doctor's thoughts on my progress.
And of course, sharing every detail of it with you all.
So, until then...
Have a wonderful Friday!!
Till next time!